When loving you patiently I find myself gritting my teeth because I think I know best, when I don't know at how to love you yet at all. I know how I have loved in the past and how I have been loved, but to love you? You? Someone so new. I don't know. How… Continue reading Jawbone
Category: Uprooted
How do you find yourself when you can’t find center?
How do you self-soothe a broken heart?
How do you maintain grounding when the ground is uncertain?
Born homesick
Two animals pressed upon the opposite walls of a cage. There is no rest yet. There is only mistrust. What a way to start this. I snarl and so do you. You lash out at me and I slash back. We, neither of us, leave our sides of the invisible line. You grind your teeth… Continue reading Born homesick
Maybe
Let’s get a house with an attic and fill it with holiday decorations and pull it all down once a year and rejoice in what we have forgotten we have and smile knowing we haven’t lost what we love. Lets get a house with floors worth treading and dance all over them from front door… Continue reading Maybe
A Keeper
This past weekend from the window of the car; as I passed state after state heading north west; I saw the small dustings of autumn. It wasn't hard to miss, a few of the trees were touched slightly yellow and even more so a few days later, bushes were vibrant red and orange closer to… Continue reading A Keeper
From the top of the years
This was written on January 5th of 2018.I am not sure I am any closer to this life that I dream of. But What an interesting moment to look back on, within my sorrow such clarity. "In the quiet moments of my day I often daydream about so much more than I have. I don't… Continue reading From the top of the years
lake district
"You will find someone else to love you." That is what I say to myself when I feel my heart grating against the want of you. Despite the knowledge of what should be, and with the knowledge of what is, of what it was. I fall deeply into the lake of our past often. I… Continue reading lake district
a love poem
On loving you, I know no other way yet This is boring, I think, loving a person who isn't here. It would be more fun to be together, to be planning. Instead it is just me. So I love me instead of loving you. To give myself something to do in the meantime. Loving me… Continue reading a love poem
Marking the seasons
I think the hardest thing about being an adult is the missing calendar of Summer, School, Christmas, School, Summer and on and on and on. (With some Birthdays and other holidays thrown in there as well. Not to mention family vacation.) I miss being young enough to live by this syncopated rhythm. Nothing seemed too… Continue reading Marking the seasons
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